The husband had wanted me to return with a buddy to share his wife and here we were,sitting on the sumptuous sofa in their high end hotel room with his wife standing before us dressed perfectly in hold ups and heels black panties deliciously draped in a black lace gown. We were holding our glasses of scotch that she had dutifully made for us at her husband’s request. As we sat and drank her in.
“What did I tell you John “I said,
“Fuck yeah man ,YES!she’s a porn dream ”
“Enjoy my wife”jeff her husband sat opposite us ,his eyes Alive with excitement.
We both ran our hand up her thighs, she was quivering her body trembling. Both simultaneously gently introducing a finger inside her.
She bit her bottom lip and the omitted a groan.She knelt between us unzipped our straining tools.
A guesstimate around 15inches of cock both stood hard and proud for her to pleasure.
She cupped her lips and slooowly ran her voluptuous lips up and down the Length of both shafts in turn.
You know when you’re cock is on form and tonight I was resplendent, soooo hard, my buddy too.
She dwelt momentarily at my head and for the first time made eye contact..and then ,and then went down my Length, uuugghh my head rocking I moaned,Deftly she withdrew and repeated same on my buddy..back and forth this mature dream went,gulping and slopping down on both of us.
“Do what you want with her” I heard,
“Shut the fuck up!”John said, we’d smoked a joint before arriving
We were both in the mode.
“Your wife is OUR BITCH NOW ” I shouted.
“Come onto me baby “John said as he grabbed a bunch of her hair , pulled her onto his cock and moved back on the sofa. She’d raised one knee to rest on the the side and I stood behind her, I ran my hands rapidly over her great legs and ohh so glorious ass,felt my cock towards her drenched pussy and..let rip.
Her head jolted up when I was in
“Wow man!”said John almost in surprise “leave some for me ”
I didn’t speak I just pounded that wet craving slut with everything in me,.John had her head held between his palms remorsesly slamming this, well basically every man’s fantasy up and down his rod.
Fuck! Slapping So hard both of us I’m standing on tip toe for extra penetration, her body rippling with each straining thrust.
My mind is in a frenzy, tearing her stockings the sound it makes is it possible to be harder?.
Our groans fill the room.
Then we calm..still stuffing this perfect for fucking creature with our lengths, gently, gently. Me and buddy in and out of her.
Cock is good, looking down, proud of that MFkr,..you know when it’s gonna perform, body taught, sweat running, my palms moist clenching this Babes hips.
Pick it up ,both of Us pummeling the bitch. SLAP SLAP SLOP ,My heads in another space..use Her ,oh yeah ..on the edge, All I hear is coughing sputtering gagging, John’s torso is breathing hard I can’t see his face, then..Then I feel it gathering in me perfectly timed with slide inside her I pulse out a huge Cum, veins enlarge..pouring pouring into this cum slut.
Still backwards and forwards unwinding down still inside her.
All of us breathing hard,calm after the storm of cock frenzy.
I see John’s astonished look as he gawps down as this cocksucking slut, attentively cleans his semi tool.
Licking and nuzziling his emptied balls.
I’m spent,drenched in sweat I withdraw .
Her husband sits opposite us ,speechless, his face says it All
“Jesus !you guys used her ,properly “he said eventually.
“Yeah!and you know what bitches like this Really want?”John said as he dragged Jeff’s wife off the sofa still grabbing her hair,
Carole, his wife supports herself desperately on her hands, her face dripping with cum.
Unbelievably I find myself starting to stir again, She seems to love being treated like this.
By now John has dragged her across the room to the feet of her husband.
“Cum crazed bitches like this “he pauses as he shakes her head, Caroles eyes seem to roll
listlessly.”Want the Ultimate..a threesome “
Category: Erotica
Jacuzzi fun
The soft morning light bathes the backyard in a delicate, pale hue. Alone, you float leisurely in the hot tub. The hot water quietly lapping against your supine figure, your eyes are shut, enjoying the water on your backside and the ever increasing sunlight atop your angelic frame. Your swimsuit hangs to the side, draped across the awning.
“Hello”, a soft, yet sturdy, voice from outside the water whispers. Slowly you lift your eyelids, until your steely blue sapphires, gaze into mine.
“mmm”, you exhale.
You shut your eyes once more, your head resting against the back edge of the tub. You hear the light “plops” of my feet making there way behind you. A lone right hand meets your abdomen. The opposite hand clasps your head. As the right hand lazily makes its way down your stomach, you giggle quietly, feeling every fingertip of mine, across your now steaming body.
You shudder internally as my hand slinks ever closer to your vagina. A smirk begins to sneak across your face.
“Enjoying this, are we”, I discreetly snarl into your ear. Tingles run the length of your body, my lips grazing the side of your face as the words roll off my tongue. The hand on your head, now makes its move. Palm across your cheek, thumb resting above your forehead, fingers extending towards your jawline. I flex. Your weak grin collapses into a malevolent smile.
The right hand completes its journey. Two fingers grip your pussy, floating halfway in the water. Your clit lies helpless between my knuckles. I gyrate. You exhale sharply, only to be met with greater pressure on your face. My fingers sink into your supple flesh. The water begins to churn as you twitch lightly. A thumb enters your mouth, and inserts itself on the inside of your left cheek. Your tongue meets the intruder. Your searing hot, patterned flesh glides across my thumb.
“Fuck”, I exhale.
I pin your head to the side of the tub, and you lie hooked like a fish in the mouth. Your right hand rises from the water and wraps around the arm holding your clit hostage. A well timed lick, from the base of your ear to the underside of your chin, coincides with the moment I plunge my fingers inside you. A gargled moan escapes your lips. I trace the walls of your vagina, running my finger tips along every rise and fall, crest and valley, peak and depression of your organ. Your left hand gripping the plastic of the hot tub rim tightly, your hips begin to undulate as I writhe inside of you. The water leaps across your body as the moans increase, and the intensity of your thrashing grows.
“My turn”, I announce firmly.
I remove my thumb from your mouth, and back my fingers out of your vagina. One last moan escapes you, as I rake my hand back up your body.
“Roll over and face me”, I instruct, hand still resting on your face.
“As you wish”, you reply.
I unapologetically stare, as I watch you roll your angelic frame over. Under the water, do your breasts disappear. Your chin now rests on the jacuzzi, devilish eyes locking my soul into yours. I bite my lip. You rise out of the water, droplets rushing down your never ending frame. Your face now reaches my own.
“Hello”, you cooly emit.
“Mmmm”, is the only thing I’m able to articulate, as your hand tightly grips my now throbbing cock.
“Godddd”, I exhale.
Your already wet fingers provide the perfect lubricant, and I stand there in ecstasy. Trying to keep my balance as the angel in front of me keeps stroking. A lone finger now begins to gyrate on the head of my member. I whimper as my tip cedes to your finger. The soft and supple flesh on the tip of your finger. I can almost feel the grooves of your fingerprints. My legs begin to shake noticeably, and a devious laugh from within you only weakens me. Eyes shut and head tossed back, I stand there as you pleasure me. A hand rests on my chest, while the other continues it’s work. I feel you rise up out of the tub a little, and suddenly I feel the heat of your tongue on my neck. Your seemingly white hot flesh, makes its way to my ear.
“Take me, now”, you insist.
I stand there for just a moment. Taking everything in. Trail of saliva, sticking to my neck. Hand across my chest. Fingers around my shaft.
“Ecstasy”, I think to myself, “pure ecstasy”.
“Get the fuck out now, slut”, I growl.
You rise from the tub, and I offer my hand as you step out. That is the only nicety I will be offering this morning. The moment your feet touch ground, my hands find your throat. You exclaim. Evilly smiling, locking into your eyes, I walk you backwards onto the grass. Your pulse quickens. Your carotid artery being suffocated by my fingers. I languish at the control I keep over you. The soft flesh of your neck, held captive by my hands.
“Where are we-“, *thud* you gargle.
Your back has hit the tree. I release my stranglehold, and the blood begins rushing back to your brain. Lightheaded and fuzzy, you look to me for instruction. With my left hand I clasp the both of yours, with my right hand, I clamp myself inside of your vagina with two strong fingers. You whimper as your arms are pulled above your head by my own. I search for a suitable branch as I begin to finger fuck you. Loud sloshing sounds fill the backyard. Your pussy sucks in air as I ravage you. You begin to almost dance. On your tippy toes you squeal and squirm and yelp. The bark of the tree digs into the skin of your back. Imprints and indentations are made. It’s a stark difference from the soft and supple hands inside of you.
“Do not let go of the tree”, I command.
You grip the branch above your head with both hands. With my now freed left hand I grab a fistful of your gorgeous hair. I yank your head back and you yelp. I remove my fingers from your pussy. Before you have time to think, you taste your seed. Tongue flat against the floor of your mouth. I caress it, forcing you to taste yourself. You moan.
“Don’t fucking move”, I utter, “Continue tasting yourself until I get back”.
I’m not gone long at all. You watch my cute little ass jiggle back to the jacuzzi, wondering what I’m doing. I return with your bikini in hand.
“What are you-“ *smack*, you’re interrupted.
Startled and stunned, you watch my hand peel itself from your face.
“No questions”, I order.
Your breathing is excited and heavy, as I use the top of your bikini. To lace your hands to the tree. Stuck with your arms held above your head, I step back, and admire my handiwork. I reach down to stroke myself as I unapologetically fuck you with my eyes. You stand there, unable to move, like an animal. My prisoner. I saunter over to you as you writhe beneath your confines. Back still to the tree, I reverse you. Your perfect ass now sits comfortably in front of my cock.
“Are you ready?”, I laugh.
A loud spank fills the backyard, eliminating your response. You let out a light screech. Again. My right hand obliterates your ass, covering it. A red mark already begins to appear.
“Please”, you beg of me.
Your only reply is the sound of me spitting on my cock. Heart now beating faster, unable to see what’s going on behind your back, you prepare for the onslaught. I spread your cheeks, and smile at the sight of your dripping pussy, your cute little asshole above it. My hands cover the entirety of your ass. Your firm but juicy flesh, a captive to my hands.
“Fuck!”, you exclaim when I finally plunge myself inside of you.
“Mmmm”, is the only thing I can muster.
There is no repose for my prisoner, the pounding begins immediately.
“God”
“Fuck”
“Harrison”
These are the only words to be heard, over the sound of my hips slamming into your ass. At this point you have been wet for so long, it begins to drip down your leg. The hot, sticky fluid slowly falls down your thighs. Your head is thrown back in ecstasy. I stop my assault, only to spank you again.
“We had better not be enjoying this”, I laugh.
“What gave you that impression?”, you retort. Your moans are made choppy by my weight slamming against you. Every now and then I thrust hard enough and your breasts hit the tree. The bark bites at your nipples. At this point the tree has begun to shake, as I fuck you like the animal you are. I give you one last thrust, my cock hitting your cervix.
“FUCK”, you yell, rising to the tips of your toes.
Both of us panting, moaning, running out of breath. I relax. My cock falls from your pussy. With it comes plenty of liquid. Both mine and yours. I swing you around. Your astute but dainty little frame follows my hand. Eye to eye, I do not break contact. You give me a snarky little smile and laugh. Fool. You are still my prisoner.
I fall to my knees. I crawl to you, refusing to break eye contact. My nose sits at your navel almost. With my right hand, two fingers enter you. Unaware of my plans, you simply close your eyes and prepare to moan. With my two fingers I pull. Fingertips pressing into the wall of your vagina, your hips follow suit. Before you know it. Your clit lies between my teeth. I suck. You moan. This process is repeated. Sucking. Moaning. Sucking. Moaning. One is not without the other. Spurred on by the slight power of position you’ve been granted, you fuck my face. My tongue dances across your clit. My nose mashes into your pubes with every thrust. All the whole my fingers do the work of god.
No longer do you hump my face out of pleasure, but necessity. Driven wild by the pleasure between your hips, your body and legs shake. It’s too bad. I don’t relent. Instead I back you into the tree, to better restrain you. My tongue continues its battle with your clit. My fingers do not stop ravaging you. The only sound to be heard are your stifled moans and yelps. The feeling between your hips builds. You begin to feel the heat spreading throughout.
“I think I’m about to-FUCK”, you burst.
My face is doused with your cum. I do not stop my fingers, I do not control my tongue. My fingers almost act as a shovel, cramming my throat and mouth with your seed. By now you are barely breathing, and trying to escape. Your staggered breathing leaves you unable to speak or moan properly. The bark of the tree digs into your back. Finally I stand, my fingers still inside you. I fuck you softly, and smile as I push my tongue into your mouth. With your own tongue, you clean mine of your cum. We passionately make out for some time. Our tongues wrestling for dominance. Tinted slightly by the taste of you.
I release you from your shackles. Your arms fall to your side quickly, and you begin to rub your wrists. Your punishment is not over yet, however. I thrust you onto the grass.
“Whoa”, you exclaim as you hit the ground.
Both of us still a little out of breath, nothing is said. Surrounded by the green of the grass, and bathed in the warm sun of mid morning, you lie there like Aphrodite herself.
Cool blades of grass upon your back, you begin to spread your legs. My dick twitches as your sopping wet pussy is exposed to the light. I stand there, staring, trying to keep my cool. Your stretch a finger down to your clit. Rhythmically you’re gyrate, and internally I scream.
“Take me”, you mouth.
I fall to my knees again, and crawl to you. I raise your right leg, and leave your left upon the ground. Your pussy is open wide, and ready for my cock. I plunge. I moan.
“Allie”, as I close my eyes
You wrap a hand around the leg lifted into the air. My giant cock gives your battered pussy no sympathy. I stare intently into your eyes, breathing through my nose, pounding you. You keep eye contact, pursing your lips and biting your tongue, as you try to match me in silence.
“I can’t”, you exhale, releasing your hand from your leg and holding both arms above your head. For breaking the silence, I squeeze your cheeks, spreading your lips, and spit into your mouth. A long, translucent, disgusting drop of saliva falls from my lips. You watch it until it’s in your vision no more, but the back of your throat. You almost gag.
“Very good girl”, I commend you.
You give me a labored, “thank you” as you swallow what I have deposited in your throat. I’m unable to hold out much longer, my cock begs me to orgasm. I grip your throat, for one final stand.
“Oh god”, you smile.
I begin my last assault. I feel your pussy begin to clench and unclench itself, I know you’re close to bursting yourself. I continue pounding, the orgasm building within me. I feel your head beginning to go limp, as the grip around your neck tightens, as I feel my cock begin to unload. Your head bobs to my pounding, your eyes shut tightly.
“Fuckkkkkkk”, I exclaim.
My cock explodes inside you, and I try to keep thrusting. Within seconds the pleasure is too much, and I fall to your chest. Pinned to the ground, I pump you full of my semen. I lie there panting, dick still throbbing. You rest a hand on the nape of my neck, twirling the baby hairs between your fingers.
Finally I’m able to control my breathing. I lift myself off of you. My cock slides out of you. My cum drips down your pussy, running towards the ground. I muster the strength to lick you. Beginning at the very base of your vagina, I give you one lick up the face. A bit of my semen pools on my tongue. I very very quickly make my way to your face, as I try not to gag. Discomfort and fear paint my face. I just barely make it to your mouth, and I deposit my gift. You smile and laugh as you greedily swallow my cum. I plop down beside you on the grass, gagging the entire time. We lie there in bliss, your pussy still smeared with my cum, my cock drenched in you.
Bar Hookup
The following is a fictional encounter between me, a cis woman, and you. In this story you are portrayed by someone with a penis, but your gender is not discussed.
Imagine this:
We are in a crowded bar; the music is so loud you can feel the pressure on your ear drums. You came here with your friends planning on a quiet night out but then you see me dancing and all of that changes. You try to maintain conversation with those you’ve come with but you are far too distracted now, the only thing going through your mind is how to break free and get close to me as quickly as possible. You wonder if I’ve seen you yet, if I am feeling the same magnetic pull. We make eye contact while you’re still surrounded by your friends and you know the feeling is mutual. Without saying another word you walk towards me. I smile as you approach, “hey” you see my mouth move to make the word, but over the music it is impossible to hear anything. Causing you to lean in so close to me that I can feel the heat from your mouth, goosebumps raise to attention along my neck as I hear you ask me if I, “care to dance?” You pull back so we are eye to eye, I grin and nod, my eyes bright with excitement. The song changes quickly to one that means we can touch one another while blending in with those around us, not that either of us are even paying attention to the music anymore.
Bossy Make Out
The following is a fictional encounter between me, a cis-woman and you. In this scene neither your gender or your sex are relevant or discussed.
I want you to imagine this:
We are on my bed kissing, your hands under my shirt running against my soft skin. I melt into your palms and our bodies begin moving together along to the rhythm of our shared breath. My fingers are in your hair, running along your face, your neck, your arms. You pull back to look at me and smile as you watch me lean in looking for more. I feel your hand close around my chin and I open my eyes to see you with a devious grin on your gorgeous face. You grip my chin hard and say ‘turn over for me’. I happily roll over and you move above me. You slide my shorts down and I hear you groan at the sight of my plump ass. I feel you quickly sink your teeth into my skin, followed by kisses. “Have you been a bad girl?” you ask me.
Mutual Masturbation B/G
The following is a fictional encounter between me, a cis woman, and you. In this fantasy you are played by a person with a penis, but your gender is not discussed or relevant.
I want you to imagine this:
I tell you how desperate I am to know how you look when you stroke yourself. I lay back and I begin touching myself for you as your hand travels toward your swelling cock. I try to keep my eyes fixed on you but when my fingers find my plump clit, I cant help but feel my eyes roll back into my head. I hear you groan at the sight of me and I feel myself getting wetter around my fingers in response. I love your noises.
Punishment [Forced Sex] [First person POV]
You’re angry at something I’ve said and you want to punish me. You throw me down on the bed and I scramble to the other side, telling you to stop. You get angrier and grip my ankles, pulling me towards you. I try to kick you away but you’re too strong.
You bend my legs over my body and smirk as you see my dripping wet pussy. You order me to stop struggling because you can see how much I want it. I call you a fucking asshole and tell you to get the fuck off me. You ignore my pleas and unbutton your pants, taking your dick out.
You slowly start stroking it as you look at my tight little hole. I keep begging you to stop but you’re not listening. You slide your dick up and down my pussy then thrust into it hard without any warning. I scream and buck my hips trying to push you off. You hold me down and start fucking me mercilessly.
I don’t want to enjoy it but it feels so fucking good when your dick hits my g-spot with each hard stroke. I realise it’s futile to struggle and I grip your shoulders hard, my nails digging into your skin as you fuck me.
A Cucks Consensual Downfall: Tinder Tantrums (Part 2)
That same night, Sam and Emily lay in bed watching TV. “So, ummm, when do you want to start all this then?”, Sam asked whist Emily lay on his lap.
Popping her head up, “How about tonight?!”, she said with enthusiasm.
“Tonight?!” Sam questioned.
“Yeah? Is that okay? I mean we’re not doing anything else at the moment” Emily explained.
“Umm, okay, sure, I guess”. Sam said hesitantly.
“Hehe”, Emily expressed gingerly. She went to grab her phone and started to download tinder.
The setting up of her profile was pretty straight forward. She chose her sluttiest and sexiest pics (all excluding her boyfriend of course). Her bio stated that she was purely there for the hook-ups – no strings attached. Age: 23. Job: Waitress. Location: London, UK. “Hmmm, I think I might need one more pic. “Will you take one for me?” she asked with excitement.
“Umm, sure” Sam replied as he got his phone to take the pic.
“Hahaha! Not when I’m like this silly. Give me 10 minutes”. Emily took some lingerie from her drawer and skipped into the bathroom.
“Yes Mistress” [MF] [FDom] [good boy] [Restraints] [Blindfolding] [Face Riding] [Orgasm Denial] [Cream Pie] [Aftercare Snuggles]
There she sits, chair facing the large window with a view of the city lights. Drink in hand, a calm over her as her other hand glides up her inner thigh. She feels a twinge of excitement in her anticipation when she hears the key card unlock the door. Their regular room for this sort of encounter. When he enters, she can smell his lust, what he needs that only she can provide.
“Come in, I won’t bite, unless you want me to.” She teases.
He walks in without a word; he knows the rules. He drapes his jacket over the back of the chair near the door and stands patiently waiting for her to speak.
“Strip. Everything. Then lay on the bed.” She’s firm in her command.
He immediately starts to do as instructed. Unbuttoning his shirt, removing his watch and wedding ring to place on the desk. When she hears the sounds of his belt being unfastened and his pants unzipping, her pussy starts to throb almost by instinct, knowing what’s to come.
A Sapphic’s Guide to Kink, Part 1: Mistress Mira’s Toy Chest (FF Lesdom, Bondage)
A Sapphic’s Guide to Kink
Part 1: Mistress Mira’s Toy Chest
Allison sits at the edge of the brown leather chair that she had always admired. Her girlfriend, Mira, had the most luxurious furniture. She should- She is a professional interior designer, after all. Her fingers nervously drum on her knee caps, as she awaits Mira’s re entrance to the living room. She swallows hard and blinks a few times, before seeing Mira emerge from her room.
Her now scantily clad girlfriend takes her breath away. Her eyes are fixated on a deliciously designed red corset, featuring roses and vines. It half reminded Allison of her grandmother’s couch, but it was glamorous and sexual, instead of ragged and burnt from far too many cigarettes being put out on it.
Allison also spies long, shiny boots, ending in pump heels. The laces go all the way up to Mira’s knees, and a dark layer of fabric covering her thighs up to a teeny, tiny black microskirt.
Allison swallows again. Her hoodie and jeans make her feel underdressed, and she almost covers herself up, ashamed to look at Mira.
The Creature 4B
It was five thirty in the afternoon, four hours after their ordeal began, when the twin’s mother finally got home from work. The girls were still in the back yard and still being fucked in rotation by the six college boys.
Thirty eight year old June Robinson, divorced for five years now, was a well-built five foot eight inch tall woman with dirty blond hair, deep, heavy breasts, a waist that she wished was smaller, trim yet womanly hips and an absolutely spectacular ass and beautiful legs.
Her blue eyes shone with intelligence over a gently upturned nose that she did not like. Her mouth was wide, her lips plush and beautiful, made, as her ex once told her, for sucking cock, a task that she enjoyed immensely.
She sighed and dropped her purse on the dining room table on her way to the kitchen and her first martini of the day. She passed by the back door on her way to the liquor cabinet and glanced outside, and then gasped and froze in shock at the terrible scene that she saw.